POETIC JUSTICE.

⟨ via | status: still accepting ⟩ to: @lnglorious

that's nothing to worry about, at least the way daniel sees it. bruises were bound to fade away, he's thankful it wasn't a scar that would be imprinted in his skin for years. whatever doesn't kill him, he pulls through. a much s t r o n g e r man than he was in the past. like he was prepared for somebody to see him in this type of condition, it's awkward to explain the scenario to why he gained such splotches on his skin to begin with.

the male glances over at the curious woman then, rubbing at the patch of skin around the nape of his neck. "look - don't pay too much attention to it, it's nothing." shrugging these things off, it's nothing out of the ordinary for daniel to do. wasn't comfortable in breaking down the story constantly. some people don't care much about what he does or who he is, appearance was appealing for others. thinks of him as eye candy but they don't really see him as anything more. 

                                        a lie could be quickly formed if she decided to deny the fact that his presence wasn’t pleasant to have around. those who didn’t give into her antics, who could DENY all her self righteous facade and the spiel that she spat, they deserved some sort of attention.   a huff came from lips.  ❛  no, i couldn’t care about being judged, their opinions have no effect on me.  ❜  if that was the case, then she wouldn’t have done the things that she had when she was younger if she had cared what would happen if they knew who was lurking in such  p e r f e c t  household.  ❛  i’m afraid of—  ❜  being alone. it was a prominent feeling that had been known since birth and though it had stuck with her, it didn’t ever seem to ease the constant nagging feeling.   she had learned to get along with her loneliness but still didn’t expect to dance with it for eternity.   so now as she stood in the present, she didn’t stand alone, this was her gang who were which like family, but even then they DIDN’T KNOW.  ❛  —-it’s fucking stupid  ❜

                                                  reluctance swooped over her, casting a questionable glance in his direction.   being harsh, cold and distant were all apart of who she grew to be and it seemed to be that he spoke a similar language as she. they were easy to argue, she failing to see his side when she didn’t want to. they were unable to see how much that they held like indistinguishable attributes between the both of them.                   a flinch. retracting until she realized what exactly he was doing. the trail of where her hand used to be followed his own, the way he fixed what she had messed up.      a thick gulp.      awkwardly she blinked multiple times.

                               ❛  how do you expect me to relax?            i’m like this when people start bringing up THINGS about me when i don’t want it.  ❜              the idea of being touched was nice and wanting, she secretly clung onto the hope that she could reach out and grasp onto a pair of hands.  teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, holding it in place until a distinct ‘pop’ echoed.   effortlessly she found herself craving to open herself to  h i m  like a book that wished to be opened and thoroughly looked at —– and MAYBE accepted.              ❛  just don’t end up encountering me every day and you won’t have to do this, alright?  ❜  tae brought the conversation back around to point a.

"that's considered a good thing after all, shows that you have confident in your being." daniel seen the way people were so engrossed on other's opinions when that shouldn't matter. to live a content, healthy life was to put yourself first and he did that. surely, he's had insults thrown in his face and constantly being compared to his brother was the absolute worst but he learned how to surpass that. somehow, despite differences, he'd like to hear more about her. unusual how they were such an arguing mess and it leads to this, him tolerating someone who can sweep underneath his skin and make his teeth grit in annoyance. "it's not considered stupid, it's being honest. correct?" 

last time a touch was laid on another woman, it was his last girlfriend. used to brush his fingers through her soft hair, hold her hand to guide her back home and daniel wasn't comfortable in doing it to another afterwards. scared of accidentally startling another, which in this case, it'd be tae. "try, making an effort is key. besides not every single person you'd make, ends up shutting you down." daniel speaks, unsure of thoughts making sense or a point across. speaking to her, any female at this point becomes such a challenge. 

his hand was laid over the top of her head, delicately and somehow it's out of character for daniel to have this particular behavior. "... no, you're fine." he admits after a small pause. trying to scramble words in order to make a proper statement, biting down on his lower lip because it's embarrassing ( can't properly compliment a woman without him looking the other way or not saying enough ) "you're stubborn but i mean -- it's like tolerating another me. except you're smaller and okay to look at -" and this point, he's rambling on about god-knows-what. 

⟨ via | status: not accepting ⟩ to: @yngmcbng

well, that comment couldn't be directly towards daniel. especially when he keeps his mouth shut more than half of the time. using his breath to make conversation directly towards people who don't have a decency to hear him out. giving up on half of humanity to focus on his career now than partying or trying to become more social. 

"well, you and i have that in common for sure." he speaks softly, a deep chuckle rumbling in the middle of his throat in amusement. maybe, he isn't the friendliest person around but when someone who can relate to daniel comes in reach, it seems easier to make an attempt to bond with them. 

⟨ via | status: not accepting ⟩ to: @heuinari

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

the clash of THUNDER, the harsh sounds of the raindrops. all of it was bothersome, he tries not to show it by his face, how much he actually reacts when the sounds flicker into his ears. he breathes in sharply but again, when he remembers who’s right besides him; he stops. "you’re alright, right?“ dumb question emitting out of his mouth when it opens, head shaking at his own failed attempt. 

they’re stuck in their own shelter he can provide for the meantime, home was farther than expected. and well, the store his mother practically own was closer to where they were originally standing. besides, if he were to bring this girl over – his mother would make assumptions. 

                                                 she had been tasked with carrying the old local papers used by the library down to the recycling system, which conveniently was located three blocks from where she worked. the boxes were heavy, arms had barely any strength left and legs could be seen buckling underneath the pressure. coworkers didn’t care for her much, she knew they purposely did things to push her into stress but not once did she ever choose to speak her complaints. though they disliked her like so, she loved where she worked and all the people that passed her by from day to day.      ❛  um—-  ❜  head tilted out from the side of the two boxes, she didn’t even know how she managed it with them, but she did with GREAT difficulty.                   head shook, hair falling in front of her eyes as it was done. the gesture was nice of him but she didn’t want to burden him or anyone else.   ❛  they’re not light and they might injure your arms or back and i don’t want that.  ❜  lips pursed together with a forced smile.    knees bent, fingers reddened with with weight she had been accustomed to with all the books.   ❛  —-are you sure ?        please don’t hurt yourself, it’s heavy.  ❜

"i wouldn't hurt myself," daniel wasn't too sure if that was out of concern or the lack of confidence in his ability of carrying things. he's stronger than what his appearance paints out and he doesn't hesitate to lend a hand. crouching down briefly, fingers sinking the underside of the box to have an estimate of the weight. finding no trouble whatsoever when lifting the possession for the shorter woman. with a straight posture, lips cracking into a small smile. completely p l e a s e d with himself over such a tiny gesture. 

Curious. She followed his line of sight to catch a glimpse of a male’s broad back which seemingly reminded herself of her friend. Haelyn mentally slapped herself as she realised it was her friend. The very same one that just departed from the table she was seated at. ❝ Huh? ❞ Her tired gaze returned to the new addition, tilting her head to indicated her confusion. ❝ What has he ever done to you for you to dislike him? Did you two have beef in the past? Pray tell, I’m curious. Maybe I should stay away from him too ❞

how to explain this without giving the wrong impression that he's jealous of another human being. he could care less of trying to one up other men but he knows a bad man when personally knowing them. "he's a fool that feeds off of women wanting him all the time, it's pathetic." explaining truthfully to the petite woman standing besides him, scoffing when the other male came closer to perspective. despite the constant bickering he has with girls happen naturally but he wouldn't belittle them to manipulation. 

"uh, wait no. it's your choice, i can't stop you." he sighs deeply when realizing how overprotective he was starting to sound.

                  ღ ’ drinking? his brows knitted together in immediately response to such a word, frowning as he raked his fingers through the dark strands of his hair. had he been drinking? there was a moment of doubt, despite the familiar, bitter-sweet aftertaste that lingered in his mouth being enough proof, he had wished it to be untrue. after all those promises he had made to himself, to never even go near any alcoholic drinks, he had been weak to break them. groaning at the queasy feeling as his stomach turned, the brunette slid down the wall into a crouched form, his chocolate orbs flickering up towards the other male, pupils dilated. “please,” he spoke, his voice sounding rather hoarse, though the tone that he used seemed somewhat pleading. “it might sound weird, but tell me. do you know, if i did anything strange—or if anyone else did something strange to me, while i was drunk? were you there?”

people were always so reckless when they drink or go out by themselves, a way to escape from reality momentarily by getting their mind clouded into another illusion. it's a frightening sight to see, when things aren't fun anymore. people get too emotional, say too much or when they've grown angry they end up becoming impulsive. 

it was a regular party, underage drinkers and a fight broke out from the back room where the living room was located at. because someone said one offensive comment about another's girlfriend then things crumbled. that and there were a small amount of people hooking up with each other. daniel came with a friend, saw what was happening and left into a private room to call the police. a snitch but he was doing his job, despite it not being official. 

⟨ via | status: not accepting ⟩ to: @dalstial

songs become more easier to understand when lyrics were memorized and thought about. the usual music now is a cross between first love and filthy sex. growing up outside of this country and in the states where music studios were known and artists were born there as well. he learned to enjoy music for what the message was behind it. daniel doesn't know a thing or two about dancing, let alone carrying a tune but he can at least have decent taste on his choice of songs that are carried on his phone. 

"yes because next's too close was clever, deceived me three years back when it was on shuffle." his heart carried a mixture of r&b to ballads. a soft chuckle flows out from his mouth at his lame attempt of carrying a joke in between this discussion with the other female besides him. how does she feel about music currently is what daniel was curious about. 

with his head inclined to the side, eyes trained to a much smaller frame. "good music is made in the past, what comes on the radio is questionable. don't you think?" and he doesn't think all songs are trash but when there's no deep meaning behind it, he could care less about it.

Whatever the younger said about the blonde male, slid over him like water on rocks. Until that moment Daniel’s grandmother was mentioned. He wouldn’t let this slide. 

« And what kind of responsible adult would still be nagged at by his grandmother? » Koda felt one of his eyebrows arch up, in slight disbelief. The young male didn’t want to be called a kiddo, but was acting enough like one to be scolded by his grandmother. Unbelievable.

responsible adult is what he genuinely is, at least from what he understands since he cleans up after himself and does what needed to be accomplished for the day. daniel doesn't think there was anything wrong with the way he grown accustom to being scowled by his grandmother. rubbing the nape of his neck absentmindedly, he growls in mild annoyance from the tone the other male used in the inquiry. as if he was simply mocking the younger male about it. 

                                        unmarked expression is soon replaced by a delighted smile pricking at her smile lines. arms folded over her chest, hip jolting to the side, a stance of enjoyment being shown through mere actions.  he didn’t sugar coat how he spoke, didn’t try to play with her games and that only gave her further intrigue in him and the conversation that had started out rather boring.  ❛  oh, feisty.                i don’t believe in all that religion crap but if you say i can make you feel it, i might just be savior of some sort —- with making people bleed and all that.  ❜  she took criticism and comebacks with a glass of wine and a good joint   ;   it didn’t bother her in the LEAST bit.

                               weakness and anything else relating to that matter was always dismissed with the showing of an aggressive side that held no remorse for the state of condition.  ❛  goals are  m i n o r  things that i can accomplish within hours, but you —- you’re an end game, of which i’ll gladly try my damndest to get to.  ❜  a wiggle of her brows, and a wrinkle of her nose to top her words.  no one could ever stop her from trying. she liked what she looked at, never pushed or pressured but she didn’t lose a race and achieving what she wanted always had her propelling forward.      sex isn’t an issue. it was an escape to find pleasure and release in replace of an organ that was incapable of feeling.  ❛  unlike me?    calm down choir boy.      i know we differentiate in these matters, but you need to take a chill pill, or maybe you do need a good fucking —– WHO KNOWS.  ❜  she scoffed, a shake of her head and the unwillingness to drop the conversation since this is where she thrived.  ❛  i think i actually commend you on having no interest in it.             but just because you engage in the physical contact, doesn’t mean you have to put your fucking feelings and what not into such an already perfect thing. it’s an escape for most people, it’s the one thing that they can control.  ❜

"it's called honesty and darling, i don't praise the way others might've." speaking the truth in daniel's life could potentially get him in trouble. he isn't someone who speaks kindly or too highly about others the way people do. they're liars, they learned effortlessly the moment they tried to hide their mistakes from those who might be disappointed in them. when he's at fault, he can say it openly. which developed the habit of speaking his mind than feeding words to someone to manipulate the scenario. he just finds it interesting that she can handle what spills out from his mouth. 

she's a reminder of the women who tried to get into his pants on the last year of high school. somehow, every single student had a goal of losing their virginity and he wasn't one of them. he kept it, thinks of giving it away after marriage ( if he ever finds a decent woman who can deal with him every single day. ) scoffing in disbelief at such confidence, unsure of it being a mask to hide hesitation or she's actually determined. "is it too early to break such hopes you have? because even i'm sure, it won't happen anytime soon or at all." he speaks, making sure a point is across on his end. 

         frankie had to laugh at that statement. oh if only she had known this would be the outcome. it wasn’t like she wasn’t proud of what she could do, if anything it was the opposite. she was paid to manipulate people so of course she was good at it, her looks coming in handy to help make things go here way eve quicker. “practise my dear - PRACTISE.” her voice a whisper as she leans into his ear letting the words leave her lips lips like a pleasant poison.

people who can be manipulate are considered dangerous in the world. in his eyes as well. it makes him want to create distance, not wanting to form connections with another who could potentially stab his back last second. pretty looks can kill, daniel heard that statement once before and he believes it now. not many people understand what he does in private when no one is around, has his guard up because no one's considered trust worthy to an officer to be. 

⟨ via | status: not accepting ⟩ to: @amsijang

回 = patching a wound .

an injury was made across the length of his arm the moment when he was in an argument with another ( yet again! ) not that it was anything major to where he needed to go to the hospital like the other guy he sent down the ground. a simple shove, laid across broken glass and somehow he felt guilty for it. "you can stop -" it doesn't hurt, he can clean up for himself without her doing so. appreciating it through a harsh demeanor, he's waiting for her to bicker out loud for his response or how hard headed she is. 

"ugh, some other men around here are so-" idiotic? pathetic? somewhere along the lines of a filthy animal? to daniel, those three descriptions are the best way to label the type of men he encountered unexpectedly at the public club he was picking tae up from. he has no control over her and that alone is fine, he wouldn't keep a woman on this 'leash' when there's nothing serious between them.